Urge to kill... rising...
Jun. 1st, 2004 01:10 pmCity planners -- nay, city workers -- need to be beaten soundly with ... something. A wet noodle, an Acme anvil, something. I do not know what.
Allow me to explain.
I get up bright and early this morning (way earlier than I'd like, but oh well) and spend a little time working on the ever ornery Chapter 44 of OGAM. It's actually nearing completion, thank heavens, but I digress. It occurs to me that it might be a good idea to get dressed and run the application processing fee over to our hopefully-future-apartment. I didn't want to come back to the house to change into workout clothes, so I just dressed in workout clothes, ran to the apartment, planning to go to the gym afterward. Not a problem.
So, I get to the complex, and find out that the apartment we'd WANTED had already been taken. This irked me because I had wanted to bring the fee over on Sunday, but G's parents were having a party, and god forbid we be late. So, I did it today. Luckily (I think) there was another apartment -- same floorplan -- available. This one was one the 2nd floor rather than the first, which makes moving in a biatch, but it makes me feel a little safer, so call it a trade-off. As it turns out, the 1st floor model has more storage space, so the complex manager was willing to let us have a storage locker, free of charge (they usually rent them out). Also, the place charges more for apartments with a view of the lake or of the nature preserve, so because it was the last of this floorplan, the manager said she'd let us have it for half of what the view would normally cost extra (a view of the lake costs $20 extra, so it would only cost us $10). Taking into consideration that a 2nd floor apartment costs less than a 1st floor apartment, we actually made out pretty well.
Now it's just a matter of getting a yay or nay.
All right, so I'm on my way to the gym from the apartment complex, and I have a nice workout. It was one of those, "push yourself till your legs are shaking" workouts. Awesome. I like those.
I stop at the drugstore on the way home to pick up a couple of things. Could care less if the people at Walgreens see me sweaty and gross.
I get home and the Spidey sense is automatically tingling because I see those big-ass orange cones blocking off the end of our street. There are big city trucks that have flashy lights and important-looking attachments.
The dumbasses hit a fucking water main.
We. Have. No. Water.
Even now -- now, after I've been home for... forty-five minutes. No water. It went off a half hour before I got home.
*WHINE!*
I want to shower.
I have laundry to do!
But most importantly -- I WANT TO SHOWER!
I feel SO disgusting. Ick.
Allow me to explain.
I get up bright and early this morning (way earlier than I'd like, but oh well) and spend a little time working on the ever ornery Chapter 44 of OGAM. It's actually nearing completion, thank heavens, but I digress. It occurs to me that it might be a good idea to get dressed and run the application processing fee over to our hopefully-future-apartment. I didn't want to come back to the house to change into workout clothes, so I just dressed in workout clothes, ran to the apartment, planning to go to the gym afterward. Not a problem.
So, I get to the complex, and find out that the apartment we'd WANTED had already been taken. This irked me because I had wanted to bring the fee over on Sunday, but G's parents were having a party, and god forbid we be late. So, I did it today. Luckily (I think) there was another apartment -- same floorplan -- available. This one was one the 2nd floor rather than the first, which makes moving in a biatch, but it makes me feel a little safer, so call it a trade-off. As it turns out, the 1st floor model has more storage space, so the complex manager was willing to let us have a storage locker, free of charge (they usually rent them out). Also, the place charges more for apartments with a view of the lake or of the nature preserve, so because it was the last of this floorplan, the manager said she'd let us have it for half of what the view would normally cost extra (a view of the lake costs $20 extra, so it would only cost us $10). Taking into consideration that a 2nd floor apartment costs less than a 1st floor apartment, we actually made out pretty well.
Now it's just a matter of getting a yay or nay.
All right, so I'm on my way to the gym from the apartment complex, and I have a nice workout. It was one of those, "push yourself till your legs are shaking" workouts. Awesome. I like those.
I stop at the drugstore on the way home to pick up a couple of things. Could care less if the people at Walgreens see me sweaty and gross.
I get home and the Spidey sense is automatically tingling because I see those big-ass orange cones blocking off the end of our street. There are big city trucks that have flashy lights and important-looking attachments.
The dumbasses hit a fucking water main.
We. Have. No. Water.
Even now -- now, after I've been home for... forty-five minutes. No water. It went off a half hour before I got home.
*WHINE!*
I want to shower.
I have laundry to do!
But most importantly -- I WANT TO SHOWER!
I feel SO disgusting. Ick.